#16 It was quiet…too quiet…

It’s been two weeks since the stolen chicken and horse. It is eerily quiet. I can’t help but feeling like I’m being watched. It could be nerves and nothing else, but we are rallying to make sure that we have opportunities to catch any intruders. I’m ready to bug...

#15 Intruders

It’s mid-February, and I’ve decorated the house with heart decorations. I check my bug-out supplies weekly and it seems that I add things every time I check. I’ll need to sign up a pack of sled dogs to get the wagon out of the house. Bugging out may be more...

#14 Sickness

I haven’t written in nearly a month. At first, it was because the weather was good and I was doing chores, spending time outside, and gathering with friends. But about mid-January, Ken lost his oldest daughter. She had gotten sick with a cough and fever and nothing...

#13 No More Soap

The storm went on for days, dumping feet of snow. My muscles are sore and tired from all the snow hauling for drinkable water. That’s not a complaint, mind you! I’m so happy for the fresh water. Today the sun is blindingly bright and the snow sparkles as if filled...

#12 Peace in the Storm

I woke up this morning to a blizzard. I can’t see past the porch. The wind howls and grieves like a professional mourner. But it’s a funny thing-today I am relaxed. I had not realized the toll that vigilance had on me, day after day. We all watch the horizon for fire...